Alleyway Angel
by One Unforgettable Writer
Summary: Ciel is abandoned, not remembering a single thing but his name. What happens when Sebastian find him?
1. Chapter 1

A/N; Hey guys~! So, this isn't the whole story, I swear of it. It's just the prolouge and I wouldn't dare end it here. But I'm trying my best to write out long, beautiful fanfictions that get a lot of reviews and fanart...

So, here it is~ Enjoy.

Warnings; Sebastian's thoughts on God.

Disclamer; If I owned Kuroshitsuji, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction about it, now would I?

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The moon was high, the sky littered with twinkling stars. A lone boy about the age of ten was roaming about the streets on this dark, cold night. He didn't remember anything, just his name and that was it. The only things he had on him were his clothes and a ring. The ring was a beautiful blue, a rare beauty that also matched the owner's eyes. _Ciel Phantomhive_, the boy thought, remembering his name. That was the one thing he remembered, other than blazing heat and the color red. His eyes shut tightly, a frown forming over his soft, pink, chapped lips. The air was crisp and cold and his clothing was no help.

The boy with light blue hair and deep blue eyes wore only a tattered shirt and trousers. He shuddered, his eyes shutting as he slid down the brick wall as he pulled his knees to his chest. Trying to keep warm, Ciel buried his head into his knees, whimpering. He wondered how long he was walking out here.  
_I started in the wooded area... T-this is town. London... Right?_

His thoughts were becoming more... Muddy to him. He realized... He was walking for two days. Grabbing a nearby news paper, he looked at the date, hoping it was today's paper. December 14th was the date. Yes, it had been two days. At least he thought so. He hoped so. It would be terrible if it wasn't. Two days' walk away from his house. He had a house correct? He didn't know. Pulling his knees closer to his chest, he whimpered once again, tears streaming down his face. _My name is Ciel Phantomhive_, he told himself again and again, making sure he would never forget that small piece of information.

Sebastian walked down the street, just finishing up giving his newest book to his editor... It would be published in two days' time. The grown man was usually expressionless, usually stoic and calm and cool, but tonight a small smile danced on his lips. The raven-like man was truly happy tonight, he was proud of his book and being at the young age of 21, he was ready to let loose. The past few weeks had been nothing but non-stop writing to finish his book on time. Everybody loved it too, it was another piece in his wonderful series. In a month, he would start on a new book. The thought suddenly made Sebastian stop in his wake and frown. He placed his hand on his chin, rubbing it as he thought. Now he wouldn't be able to let loose and relax, he needed an idea. His ideas would always come effortlessly, but this time they wouldn't come... Growling, his crimson eyes narrowed at the ground, pulling his black coat closer.

"How colder can this damn town get?" He breathed, seeing the white cloud in front of him. Times like this he really did regret not buying a car. He had a large sum of money, but since he was only ten blocks away from the office his editor was at, he found no point. Running a hand through his black hair, he let out a sigh as he walked. It was late, probably one in the morning or a little later, he couldn't quite tell and he didn't feel like pulling out his phone to check either.

Growing impatient with himself, he decided to check his phone, stopping right in front of an alley way. He patted his large coat, trying to find what pocket the damn thing could be in. Once he found his phone, he pulled it out, his eyes narrowing once more at the bright screen. Like always, the man was correct. It was one in the morning. He only stayed back because he had a little bit of 'fun' with two of the women in the office. He was a total ladies' man after all. With his good looks, he could charm anyone, even the occasional male partner. Turning his attention back to reality, his head turned to glance down the alley. Hearing small whimpers but thinking nothing of it.

_Probably a dog, bloody animals_, he thought, trying to rid himself of that nagging voice in the back of his head. Somehow, some part of him knew it wasn't an animal, but he forced himself to think differently... Sighing as he became more impatient, curiosity got the better of him. His head turned once again, only to be completely shocked all though he _knew_ it wasn't an animal. Blood red eyes shot open as he ran over to a shivering figure. He saw what looked like a boy and as he walked closer, he saw the blue hair, dirt, ripped clothing and a very slender body. Sebastian didn't exactly know what to say, so he just cleared his throat and waited for the boy to look up. The raven-like man almost backed up, seeing the piercing blue eyes. One eye was clouded while the other was pure blue. Sebastian could almost lose himself in the boy's eyes. Finally, bent down, holding a hand out.

"Are you lost?" Was the first thing the man said to the child. The boy just shook his head. Sebastian wanted to sigh, already irritated with the boy, as if he wasn't already irritated at himself for staying back at the office already. He wasn't one to be messed with. He wasn't one to really enjoy children at all. He slept around, getting any one he liked because of his beautiful looks.

"Come here," he murmured, pulling off his coat and wrapping it around the shivering boy. He bit his lower lip, looking into his beautiful blue eyes once again. He didn't want to leave the child here, but he didn't dare take him home. What choice did he have though? His mother and father always said he needed to be a bit more responsible. He was a grown man after all. "I'm Sebastian. Sebastian Michaelis. I know it's weird to talk to strangers, but you look cold and hungry. Come on." He held out his hand once more. Small, fragile, cold fingers reached out and grabbed his hand. He pulled the boy up into his arms. "Do you talk?"

The black haired man sighed, seeing that the little boy simply wouldn't talk. Taking the slender boy into his arms bridal style, he continued to make the long walk back to his apartment. Finally seeing the building in the distance, he walked up to his room and shifted the boy's weight, grabbing his keys and unlocking the door. Once it was open, he swung it open and shut it with his foot as he walked in.

Ciel didn't pay any attention to the rather spacious apartment, he just paid attention to the soft, warm bed suddenly underneath him. His eyes fluttered close as he buried himself into the bed, not caring about anything but sleep and warmth, food would come tomorrow. He felt safe near the raven-like man. He felt... Strong, safe, warm. A smile touched the ten year old's small lips, something that had seemed near impossible in his current state.

"No!" Sebastian hissed over his phone, trying his best not to yell at the woman that he was 'dating'. He didn't dare wake the beautiful boy in the bedroom. He decided to call off all of the girls he planned on bringing over since he had him now. He knew this would be a life time thing and he should act like a responsible guardian. Granted, this was hard, telling the one woman he enjoyed sleeping with to just leave his life forever. "It's over." He hung up his cell phone, going over to the boy between reality and whatever dream land he had, a smile gracing his lips.

"Hey," he said quietly, sitting down and placing a hand on his dirty cheek. Speaking of dirt, he'd need to change the sheets tomorrow because of all the filth that covered this poor child. But behind the dirt and what looked like tears, this boy was beautiful. He had a very feminine body, though his body had little to no curves, except for his hips, which came out just a little bit more than his torso. His slender legs were long and slender but they looked strong. His eyes glanced at his small, round bottom before quickly going up to his small shoulders. A man his age shouldn't be thinking about a boy's bottom. "Hey," he said again, his hand moving to the boy's shoulder and gently shaking him. It looked like he would break any moment. "Can I know your name before your go to sleep?"

Ciel rubbed his eyes, stretching before he spoke. His throat was dry and his voice was small and weak compared to the man's deep, attractive voice. "Ciel... Ciel Phantomhive." He coughed before curling back up into a ball. That's all the man wanted and now he planned to sleep, but now since he spoke, he had a coughing fit. It was hard to breathe.

Did the boy have asthma? "I'll be right back," the grown man said with a slightly worried expression. He didn't want the boy dying on him now. Maybe he needed something to drink? It looked like Ciel hadn't had a drink, much less a meal. Ciel wanted to cling to the man, just tell-Sebastian was his name- to allow him to die as he walked out of the room. Upon return, Sebastian held a tray with warm milk and honey on it. "Here, drink this and then go to bed. You'll get food and clean clothes tomorrow."

The bluenette suddenly sat up and grabbed the milk and the honey, pouring a little of the golden liquid into the milk, stirring it a few times with the spoon. He slowly drank the glass down feeling like he'd throw it all up. His poor stomach was so small now. After a moment, he finished the sweet milk, sighing as he realized his cough had disappeared. Laying down, his eyes fluttered closed as he watched the man walk out of the room with the dirty dishes.

Sebastian sighed as he softly closed the the door behind him, a small smile appearing. The child looked like an angel, even more so when he fell asleep. He wondered what was wrong with the boy's right eye? It looked like he was blind, but that didn't stop him from being beautiful. Walking up to the sink in the kitchen, he started to clean the dishes. Now, Sebastian wasn't really a religious man, and he'd admit that to any person brave enough to ask, but he swore the boy in the other room was an angel.

He had to be. He was too perfect for his own good. The man was shocked no pervert had tried to take him away and stash him in some dirty room to use whenever he pleased. Frowning, he paused in his actions to hang his head. Wasn't he technically a pervert for taking the boy in? No. All Sebastian wanted to do was raise the boy like a nephew. No child deserved a life out on the streets. But why him? Oh, God, why him? Why was such a beautiful boy given to him? Glancing up at the ceiling, he swore under his breath, a quiet growl escaping him as well. He was not happy with whatever god decided to give him someone this beautiful in the form of a young boy. Finally drying the dishes, and his hands, he sighed, shaking his head.

"I have an angel in my bed and his name is Ciel Phantomhive," the man said before laying on the couch, sleep quickly taking over him.


	2. Chapter 2

A/N; Holy sheets guys~ I finally updated! You all should love me. Anyway, so sorry for the long wait. I want to thank Heavens Crow for the new title~ They deserve a bunch of love because I've never been good with titles. And I want you all to forgive me, maybe? I've been so busy lately and it's hard to write chapters that are nearly 4k words each. Although the prologue was half of that. But I guess I should end this small a/n and allow you all to read~!

Warning; Implied masturbation and sexual thoughts.

Disclaimer; I do not own Kuroshitsuji or else this would be canon.

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Tapping long, delicate fingers along the desk, Ciel stared straight ahead. The class was almost over and he was ready to go home for the weekend. It was finals week and after the bell rang, everyone would be out for winter break. The boy had finished early with his test, like always. Math was the easiest for him. Others always complained about how difficult and confusing it was, but here he was acing everything thrown at him... Except music. The teacher had decided to give him the violin and he had to admit, he wasn't the best. All the notes seemed to blend in together and form one giant black blob. It bothered the young Ciel Phantomhive, a boy who was one of high class and of slight nobility. Although he didn't know who he was, or who is family was, he felt like he was important somehow.

A small smirk appeared on his lips. Ah, yes, he was an arrogant boy, anyone with eyes could see that. Even if he looked slightly silly in his silk eye patch, no one dared to challenge the bluenette. Many people asked about his hair though. To him, he thought it looked brown, with a slight tint of silver, causing it to have a soft blue hue to it, so he simply said blue. It was like he was a ginger or something. His smirk faded as he glanced back ahead, realizing his eyes had traveled to his desk. No, he didn't want to recheck his answers... Again. You could say the boy was a perfectionist, but also quite lazy. Once again, a smirk appeared on his pale, pink lips. He has his guardian do any difficult task for him, like cleaning, cooking, shopping. Yes, Ciel used Sebastian to his advantage. He looked at life as one giant chess game, and he was the player. He was in charge, no one was higher than him.

Unless you believed in God or Devils. Even then, the boy believed he was higher than he. Many girls wanted him, many boys wanted to be him and many parents wanted their child to act like him. Of course, life at home wasn't easy. With Sebastian being an author and Ciel going to a high class private school, any private time or free time they had would be nonexistent. Neither man had any time to breathe. It was a miracle if the two even ate together. Ciel was involved in many clubs and sports and private sessions. Sebastian was busy with his private life and work, trapped inside a dark room with a monitor in front of him. Half the time, the screen had a blank page on it and the other half had some sort of search engine or historical site for research and references. One time, the boy walked in on him drawing. Unbeknownst to many, Sebastian was a great artist, publishing art in several different pen names and getting large sums of money. Ciel couldn't help but be amazed.

What couldn't this man do?

_Date_, was Ciel's first thought. He said he gave up dating once he found him on the streets. No matter how hard he tried, he could never remember what happened before that. All he remembered was a soft bed beneath him and a looming shadow over him, ordering him to drink something. Now that he was a bit older, the child had been told that it was milk and the 'shadow' was Sebastian. The man stated he was dating a woman who was only used for his needs and nothing more. Without another word, the boy left the room with flushed cheeks after that explanation.

It was quite odd how Sebastian didn't date anymore. Ciel was grown, he wasn't weak or sick any more. The raven could easily have a personal life if he pleased. Any time he found the courage to ask, the man said he had his eyes set on someone he could never have. Any questions regarding that would be ignored like a small fly on the wall of a room. Typical Sebastian. Then again, it was typical of Ciel to snoop around. He knew Sebastian had a diary or journal of some sort and he had spent weeks trying to find it. Once he finally found it, he was far too young to understand any of it. All of it was written in several different languages. It took a while for Sebastian to trust Ciel once again. He could almost laugh as he thought of it. Almost. It was hard to catch any emotion on the child now, except smugness. Several people had tried to smack the smirk off of his face, though that didn't end well.

Ciel moved like a cat. His reflexes were almost scary. Dodging any punch or kick thrown his way, he would simply side-step the move and watch them fall. He was a quiet boy who spoke only when needed to. Of course, any comments of his would send him straight to the office. His mouth had been the death of him many times. Once again, he found his fingers tapping along the desk, many people glaring at him for such gesture. No one spoke though. In his defense, it was a 'stress reliever' and then no one could fight against it. Either way, it was fun to see his peer's so annoyed by such simple thing.

Finally, the teacher spoke, reminding the class how they had ten minutes left. Ciel's mind screamed, finding the words to be a curse. Ten minutes would seem like hours. To any other student, ten minutes went by as fast as a few seconds. Everyone was still working on the collage level exam while Ciel stood up straight, ready to leave the room first with pride. Resting his chin on his hand, he allowed his elbow to rest on the desk, his fingers ceased with movement as he waited. The boy stopped any thoughts of his guardian, wondering how he would act once he was given a child for three weeks with no one to watch him. Ciel would be entertained as he rushed to find some way around his plans and include his little pet in them. They were fine with the routine now, they had grown used to it and comfortable with it. But the raven haired man would be frantic for a split second and then figure it out.

He always figured it out after all.

Because he's simply one hell of an author, Ciel thought with a twitch of the eye.

How many times had the grown man said that in the past years? Everyone lost count. It became as common as the sunrise in the morning. No one questioned the odd phrase, not even Sebastian himself. Sebastian. Hm. Why did his thoughts always travel to that man? Ciel didn't know if that bothered him or not. He was always there, though. Even if he wasn't looming over the child all the time, he was still there with him. In his thoughts, in his writing or anything to be honest. The man was constantly there.

"Time."

Ciel would never admit it, but the woman's voice pierced through his thoughts and almost made him jump. Straightening his jacket, he stood up with his papers in hand. Being the first to step up to the desk, he handed her the rather thick stack of paper, swiftly walking to the door. He could feel the eyes of all the students as he walked out, a smirk plastered on his lips once again. Going through the long corridors was a breeze for him, glad that he was one of the first few to escape the stuffy room. Allowing a small sigh to escape him, he opened the large doors and stepped into the bright light, the winter air nipping at his exposed skin as he walked to a sleek black car.

Silence welcomed him as he sat in the passenger's seat, his gaze automatically going forward and towards the window. Both were silent as the boy closed his eye, another sigh escaping his lips. The elder looked over at the small boy, his eyes flicking right back to the road once he started to drive away from the school. Snow from the previous storm still littered the ground, reflecting the small amount of light and making the road seem luminescent, Ciel observed. The child continued to look out the window, watching as the wiper blades removed any of the light drizzle that sprinkled the glass. The only sounds in the car was the soft purr of the engine, any other sounds seemed to vanish as the two sat side by side.

"We're going to Paris for a weekend," Sebastian finally said, glancing over at the bored-looking child.

"Mm," he hummed in response. "Another book signing?"

The raven's response shocked the child, "No. A vacation for both of us. We never spend time together anymore. Plus, I'm sure a break from this dreary town will be good for us."

Ciel had to agree, a break from the grey color of London sounded wonderful. Of course, time alone with Sebastian didn't seem like a good idea. Was he planning a surprise birthday party- The bluenette shoved that thought aside. He would not hesitate to run away from him if he ever did that.

"Oh," Ciel said, still seeming uninterested. Small talk with his guardian never entertained the boy, or so it seemed to any outsiders.

Sebastian had learned how to read the child's body language fairly well, knowing that he was a bit eager to leave the flat and the city all together. A smirk appeared on his lips as he glanced back down at Ciel, almost chuckling as he did so. He was like a kitten sometimes, acting cool and collected while full of energy and life on the inside. It was too cute. He doted on the child, but he would never admit it. With a soft sigh, the man shook his head, playing along with the child's emotions further.

"We might stay longer... For a book signing then. My agent is trying to find bookstores that are willing to take me. Of course, my books aren't that popular in Paris." A laugh filled the car, even if it was slightly cold and cut short.

"Of course not. You use too many terms that they wouldn't know."

With a roll of his eyes, the elder glared at the child. That mouth of his... He could almost chide him for such smart remarks. Sebastian had only done that a few times in his short time with Ciel, although they were necessary. Like the time he found the bluenette snooping around in his personal journal. He was thankful it was all written in French. Now it was written in German. Sometimes Russian, just to confuse him if he stole another glance at the small book. Ciel knew all of those languages, but he wasn't as fluent as Sebastian. Plus, he was an author of a well known book, his writing skills were far more advance than Ciel's, no matter how smart he was.

It didn't help that he used codes either. You could say every time he talked about a cute little stray kitten, it was most likely Ciel he was talking about. Over the years, he forced himself to see the boy as some sort of kitten, not an angel. On dark and lonely nights, he would usually fall asleep to the word 'angel' still on his lips, his body hot and sweaty from his actions. The man could almost blush at the thought.

"Shush now," he finally responded, "I hope you know that I could punish you for such smart remarks."

"Mm," he hummed once again.

Of course, what a typical answer from Ciel.

"Are you happy at all?"

A shrug of the shoulders.

"We're leaving in two hours."

That caused Ciel to freeze. 'A weekend'. Of course! It was Friday after all and Ciel's birthday was coming up fairly soon. His eyes shot towards his guardian. If looks could kill, the raven would be dead and the car totaled.

Still speaking in a cool, collected voice, he looked back out the window. "Two hours? That's a bit of a short notice."

"Ah, to you, but not for me. I've know about this for a little over a month."

"So that's what you meant by tower?! The Elfie Tower?!" Ciel could almost groan. Suddenly, his one visible eye shot open, realizing what he had just said.

A soft chuckle, this time filled with warmth and amusement, filled the car once more. "I knew you still looked at my journal. Yes, that's what I meant by tower. I didn't think it would take you that long to figure it out."

Once again, Ciel was back to his normal, bored-looking self. "Mm."

That response always made Sebastian's hand twitch in agitation. Sometimes, the man would tend to lose his cool and start to become flirtatious near the boy, forcing to get another response from him other than that annoying 'mm'. With a sigh, he continued to drive the rather short drive, a vein in his temple now throbbing with his irritation. Yes, this child would certainly be the death of him.

Pulling into a garage, the man parked the car and swiftly stepped out, heading up to his rather luxurious flat. Ciel just sat in the car, his door open as he smirked, knowing exactly what he did. He knew his guardian raven wanted some sort of response and it was entertaining to see him flip. Ciel always felt a small pang of pride every time he received that response. He found it so amusing. Stepping out, he shut the door gently before brushing off his blazer and his trousers. The small boy took his time walking up to the flat. Opening the door, he glanced around for any sign of his guardian. Upon hearing a small shuffling noise in the back room - Sebastian's room - he smirked and relaxed. Ciel was rather glad Sebastian wasn't in the mood to pin him against the wall and breathe in his ear, saying without him, Ciel was nothing. And it was true.

Quickly, he moved to his rather large room, loving how the blue and white always seemed to compliment each other, no matter the day. Laying his navy colored jacket on the silk sheets, he moved over to one of the two doors in his room. Swinging it open to reveal a full wardrobe, he stepped inside of the closet and thought. What was the weather like up in Paris? Shrugging, he was quick to grab several outfits. Laying them out on his bed, he sighed. Sebastian was never clear on how long they would stay. _Either way_, Ciel thought, _I should still pack enough to last for a week._ Grabbing his other clothes, he grabbed two of his five suitcases, dragging them to his bed as well. Huffing, he sat down on his bed, slightly winded from all of the energy exerted by grabbing the large suitcases.

"Damn asthma," he breathed. It was always worst in the winter anyway.

Picking himself back up, he stretched, going a bit slower. Folding his clothes, he quickly filled up one suitcase. Once again, his thoughts drifted. Soft violin music could be heard from the other room. Ave Maria could be heard in the flat as Sebastian played and Ciel packed. The boy worked on his books, humming along with the rather soft song. He would never say it out loud, but Sebastian was amazing at violin. Why he was playing though, Ciel had no idea. _Maybe he's finished packing?_ He asked himself. The man did know about the trip for over a month now. A small 'tck' left him as he grabbed several different books. Many of which were just books that he needed to read for school, others were his personal favorite. Of course, none of them were Sebastian's. Ciel thought his writing was pathetic. Love stories and supernatural beings... The child found them idiotic, yet so many loved them. Stories about demons contracting children, then a woman falling in love with her sister's suitor! Ciel found it disgusting. He read one of his books and threw it on the floor in disgust.

A smirk appeared as he remembered the look on Sebastian's face. It was fairly entertaining. Returning to reality, he finished packing and sat down on his bed, his suitcases zipped up and ready to take out to the car. Laying down on the royal blue sheets, he sighed and closed his eyes. He had about an hour left, so why not relax? Putting his arms behind his head, he simply laid there in a light sleep.

Sebastian was packing up his violin, the only thing that had been forgotten. Seeing it from the corner of his eye, he had picked it up and started playing. It was a quick decision, but he wanted it. Maybe he could give Ciel more lessons. Speaking of the child, he was probably done packing, but he didn't care to check. Not until the twenty minute warning. Sighing, he grabbed one of his notebooks, flipping to the page he was currently on. His eyes scanned the page as he read, wishing he could publish this book. Of course, he would sound like a pedophile if he did, but it was the truth.

'The way he huffs at me and the way he pouts when I don't give in to his ways is rather adorable. His blue tinted locks shine in whatever light hits him, making him seem more and more like an angel every day. Seeing him grow is such a blessing, although I'm not a religious man. If I could, I would sell my soul to the Devil himself to make this boy mine. His pink lips, his beautiful blue eyes and his small body should make any woman envy him. I've often thought of dressing him up, just to see how he looks.'

Ignoring the rest, he sighed and frowned, rubbing his face. It wasn't fair! Why the hell was he finally given someone he couldn't have?! It was pathetic. And annoying. And- Forgetting about the rest, he shoved the small notebook in his own suitcase. Looking at the two he had packed, he moved them to the front room. His thoughts went back to his rambling book as he liked to call it. It was just his thoughts on Ciel mostly. It was a way to keep his rather obsessive thoughts to himself. Scratched out pages tended to happen more often than once in that tattered book. He couldn't help but think how his body would look covered in sweat, his lips parted and his back arched in pleasure all because of Sebastian's touches. His eyes narrowed at the thoughts he had so many times throughout the year, which caused him to slam his door, lock it and then quickly rid himself of his clothes. After his actions, he'd clean himself up and write about how he thought Ciel was there, or how he walked in, or how he did something, anything. And that's what made him scratch out so many pages.

Walking to the boy's room, he gently knocked on the door, hearing a soft 'Enter'.

"Twenty minutes," he said softly, still slightly dazed from his own thoughts.

"Of course," he sighed as he slowly slid off his bed. Dismissing the rather dazed-looking man, he listened to the soft click and went over to his closet once again. Grabbing a new pair of clothes, because he didn't want to arrive in Paris with his school uniform on, he walked to the other door in his room. Opening it, he stepped into the bathroom. Placing the clothes on the counter, he splashed his face with cool water, finally jerking himself out of his dreamy state. Grabbing his clothes once more, he decided to dress in the bathroom. Fixing his hair and eye patch in the mirror, he looked down at his simple black collared shirt and his light colored trousers. With a sigh, he turned and shut the door behind him. Grabbing his suitcases, he walked out of his room and into the living room where Sebastian was waiting rather patiently. He was skimming through his own book, leaning against the arm of the black couch.

"Ready?" He asked, not glancing up from the book.

"Yes."

"We're having someone drive us to the airport."

"... It's a private jet isn't it?"

A smirk appeared on the raven's lips. He knew Ciel didn't like to be informed these things last minute.

"An author wouldn't be that spoiled. What are you not telling me?" His visible eye narrowed at his guardian.

"One of my books is becoming a movie."

And that's when a soft groan escaped the boy. "And they're filming in Paris, aren't they?"

"Maybe."

His eyes narrowed, his mouth opening for a moment, prepared to speak before he was interrupted by a car's horn.

This would be a fun trip.


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